Another Day, Another Dollar Testo

Testo Another Day, Another Dollar

Another day, another dollar that i don't have
wake up to the sun and the sound of the west end drag
take a hit, take a drink and i'm on my way
out of this shit town they call LA

Neon signs and the cars that pass us by
as we drive along the 405
images of what we'll never be
as we travel forward towards another city
(chorus)
This city drags me down until i can't breathe
and these people just suck the life out of me
this guitar is all i've ever known
i can't look back or turn away
just keep on moving towards another day

Been eight years and still nothing has changed
same city, same faces just rearranged
every night i'm screaming just stop this war
i almost forget what i'm fighting for

When every night i'm passed out at the bar
on a couch, or a squat, or the back of a car
actions always speak louder than words, i know
but every night we're just another band on the road